Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme A Second

Gimme a second, gimme a second
Gimme a second, listen I'm sayin to you
Uh huh, listen, a second
All I need is a second
Gimme a second, uh

Hey listen Cole talk college talk
Wayne gangs
Jay-z's talkin' money and (Kan) ye talk fame
And people say I talk the same ole thang
Reason that I sound the same cause the truth change
Look, people get it like a lemon in the spirit
If I ain't talking killin' I be talking bout healin'
And I ain't bout how Jesus gonna make me a million
With my hands to the I got that spiritual feelin'
Head down, knees to the floor
You a Christian and you rap? That be the way you flow - No
I reality like mama on her death bed
The birth of a child, the soldier losing his leg
Who gon write songs to give him hope in his
Addicted to pain killers, wife last year
favorite rapper was probably tryin' to make his next hit
Talking looking what I got, who I and who I tip
be more common if them boys made sense
Couldn't be common if Serena was they chick
And is not a diss, this how reality sound
Let it off my mind, how my mentality sound

I do, I do for you
I don't wanna single a thing, I wanna sing a thing
got no kind of angle
I ain't tryin play you, ain't gotta my name,
You gotta know my name
But in my time on this Earth
I done died, been
And I know this sounds to you
So give me a little time, let me spit a lines
And I promise it might change you too

I sound like the mad rapper 'cause I'm
The radio be like "we love you", but they play me
I be doin' shows like "you ain't gotta pay me"
I just wanna spread the same message done saved me
You see I probably up just like you
Tellin' my heroes "Man I wanna be like you"
I got in went to court
showed me couple inmates and he told me man
They started off like you
I never rolled around
I was busy chasing girls and
I ball and smoke weed thought the world was funny
I went to church a few with my head on a swivel
And I was lookin' for the bad ones sat in the middle
I couldn't remember a sermon, I never the spirit
And if Christians was tryin' to rap then I'm not to hear it
I never imagined that I would be rhymin'
the same God that I couldn't confide in
Never to get married, raise a family, help kids grow up
people in prison, I was busy tryin' to blow up
But see, now I'm with the way these folks dress
Or the engine in the truck, all I is soul rest
And I'm so blessed, at what He did to me
How could I keep to myself? Somebody bled for me
Nah, you just gon' to hate this
'Cause God's the reason I'm able to say this